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Mills raised her own voice in explanatory remarks to Archie and Frieda, who happened to be within the album's range: "This is Mr. Mills' sister's first husband. That was their baby that died. This here is Miss Evelyn Mills of Chicago. She's a singer there at the Orpheum. She was my husband's own cousin, once removed. This was my father's aunt, " and so on.
Miss Phillips sank into a chair opposite to Frieda, as if she were both mentally and physically exhausted. Then, breaking the silence at last, she remarked, in a tone which she tried to make pleasant, "It's nice to be home, isn't it?" But she received no reply from the girl. Her sullen expression never changed; it might seem that she had not heard Miss Phillips' remark. "I guess Mrs.
"American children are pretty bad, aren't they, Frieda?" said Alice mischievously, for Frieda's lips were set sternly. "Don't make her say so," pleaded Hannah teasingly. "She has made such a beautiful record." Frieda flushed a little, but slipped her hand into her pocket and felt there the shape of the little carved frame of Karl's picture and held her tongue once more.
They all laughed, looking about at the few hundred volumes on the shelves, but Frieda said earnestly: "There are many Germans here, Dr. Harlow told me. And the older ones cannot read English. Can they have no share in the library?" "That's right," said Alice. "They are taxpayers and I should think you ought to get a few German books every year, Catherine. It's done in other places."
Her name is Frieda Hammer. And, as you all know, although her mother promised to send her the day before school opened, she did not arrive. I have since learned that she kept her at home because the baby was sick, but intends to send her this Saturday." Marjorie's eyes shone. Their plan was to succeed after all!
"I go to school all winter, and in the summer we go to the shore, and we haven't any aunts or grandmothers or things like that living around here, so I don't see places like this except in passing through them." "Well, you have a sort of aunt and grandmother combined living in Brookmeadow now, and I shall expect you to visit her often. How does it seem to you, Frieda?"
This shyness had combined with the little aloofness, which every one felt in Catherine, to shut Frieda's heart. But this morning the barriers were down. Catherine, instead of being perfect, exquisite, was nothing short of hideous. The agent had proved that she could look absurd. Here she was shown mortal to the point of needing help from Frieda.
"You still think it was justifiable and humorous, I notice. But what would you have said if Hannah had told you to say: 'So am I' when strangers said: 'I am glad to meet you'? That was what some one told me, when I first began talking English." "If Hannah should tell me wrong, I would tell her what I think of her!" blazed Frieda. "But you need not lecture any more, Karl.
As soon as her eyes became accustomed to the dim light, she peered eagerly, almost rudely, she was afraid into the faces of the waitresses. Suddenly, her heart stood still; at the far corner, near the swinging door leading to the kitchen, stood a girl bearing a striking resemblance to Frieda! Could Marjorie be dreaming or was it possible that the runaway had a double?
And now, please, leave me I've got to be alone " "Dat," said a voice out of the darkness, "is just vat she must nod do." Austin sprang to his feet. It was too dark to see more than a few feet. But there could be no doubt that the speaker was very near, and the accent was unmistakable. Austin's voice was heavy with anger. "Eavesdropping, Peter?" "No pardon, missus; pardon, Mr. Gray. Frieda is sick.
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